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Dont strap me to the town clock
A Poem by
Stuart Munro
Don’t strap me to the town clock I know the bloody time It’s next to the asylum They’re selling normality there If you want ..
I’m a David Attenborough species
A Poem by
Stuart Munro
I’m a David Attenborough species Let’s save the animals Forget the working classes I’m bloody starving and homeless But he&r..
You have to go ahead
A Poem by
Stuart Munro
I’ll be pleased to leave the world What an existence against the resistance If you want to make God A church upon a Hod , go ahead If y..
I’m really positive about my negativity
A Poem by
Stuart Munro
I’m really positive about my negativity I’m dying nicely for God Inside my mind I have interrupting thoughts To not help me with my ..
Contra Mundum
A Poem by
Stuart Munro
Contra Mundum I live in my walk away shoes My suits on the back of my ego front I’ve the turn away extinct happy blues My face featu..
I helped save the planet but it never saved me
A Poem by
Stuart Munro
I helped save the planet but it never saved me I stopped using plastic bags and pissed poo’d outside against a tree I used a bicycle as the ..
I’m getting back to being normal
A Poem by
Stuart Munro
I’m getting back to being normal I’m looking interesting again to a neighbour Looking over my fence asking me about if I’ve Used ..
Ignore the other Brains
A Poem by
Stuart Munro
Ignore the other Brains They’re there to irritate One upmanship or your some simple bait God made them Brains , so they say , a Christian ..
Old men with Yatchts
A Poem by
Stuart Munro
Old Men with Yatchts , their lives sailing away into the grey Then Too old to pull up the anchor , and then their wife’s help them on board ..
I love Porlock Weir
A Poem by
Stuart Munro
I love Porlock weir , there’s no clocks , you’ll ever hear I look out on the sea , I can only hear just a bee and a weird raven eyes me ..
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